We're at that point in time where politics is at the forefront of EVERYTHING. Between debates, TV ads, yard signs, and countless articles online and on paper, it's hard to get a break from it. I follow politics, but I wouldn't consider them a passion of mine. But since this is a presidential election year, I've had a piqued interest in them. Plus, this is the first presidential election that Emma can vote in, so I've been hyping it up and creating momentum around it. I want her to know how important her role in this election is and that she should take that role seriously. (And she does!).
Anyway, on a lighter note, here are a few of the things I've been enjoying lately.
Speaking of politics (I know I said "lighter note"), if you are struggling to get a grasp on current issues, how we got where we are, or what the importance of certain issues, topics, and particular state races are, then give Pantsuit Politics a listen. It's a very informative podcast hosted by two women who break it down into understandable tidbits while offering their grace-filled perspectives. These are real conversations that help us decipher current news, democracy, and politics, in general.
Where are my true crime junkies? Every time I opened my Netflix app, the true crime documentary American Murder was front and center. I kept ignoring it until finally, it was a combination of intrigue and annoyance that it kept showing up as the featured show that finally made me watch it. I must have been living in a bubble in 2018 because I don't recall this story at all. A suburban Colorado man kills his wife and children and is now serving five life sentences for his crimes. This is the kind of story that would have me glued to the news, so I'm not sure how I missed it. But anyway, American Murder is the true crime documentary that tells the story of the Watts family, a seemingly happy family living an idyllic life until Chris Watts kills his two young daughters and his wife. To this day his motives are remain unknown as his story had repeatedly changed, leaving detectives unable to decipher is story.
I'm not big into pumpkin spice (you can keep your lattes and Cheerios), but give me all the pumpkin bread and muffins! This weekend I'm going to try a new pumpkin bread recipe from Smitten Kitchen. I'll admit that the cinnamon sugar topping on the bread sold me. I mean, come on. I might add chocolate chips because there isn't a recipe that wasn't made better with chocolate. Just look at the top of the bread.
I stumbled upon this short story while browsing online. I was intrigued by the title, "After My Mother's Plastic Surgery, I Couldn't Recognize Her". Was the nonrecognition figurative or literal? What made the mother unrecognizable...her new face or her new attitude after getting a new face? So I read the article. I didn't relate to this story necessarily, but I did appreciate it as an aging mother of two daughters. The author had a difficult time drawing the line between her mother as an individual and her mother as a mother. As we age and our children become more independent, mothers often struggle with identifying ourselves in these two different ways. I won't give too much more away, but by the end of the story, I was crying. I never expected to finish a short story in tears, but this one really tugs at your heart strings whether you are a mother, a daughter, or both.
So, tell me. What do you have planned this weekend?
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